Page 78 of Savage Outlaw

Hot. Sexy. Decadent.

He slid in and out unhurried. Testing how much of him she could take in this position. Hitting her in a new spot, one that sent deep, satisfied roars of pleasure through her entire frame already sensitive from her last orgasm.

He had Roux promising all kinds of things—like keeping herself safe. Not getting engaged to anyone else, because he intended to keep giving her his savage dick.

She came like a trooper, seeing stars and moons and hot green eyes smirking down at her.

With a rough noise, he pulled out and came all over her belly.

It wasn’t romantic in the least, but something about seeing him come undone brought out a tender, grateful part of Roux.

He fell on her again, his head in her neck.

“You’re lying on your own come.” She chuckled, banding her two arms tightly around his fast breathing chest. In case he had escape in mind, she wound her legs around him too.

“Don’t care. My woman wrung it out of me.”

My woman.

She flushed all over.

She thought he’d fallen asleep until his voice brushed her ear.

“You are why I breathe, Roux. I don’t want to be apart from you any longer, I can’t fucking take it. I need you at my side, making me crazy with that smart mouth of yours. I need to kiss you when I want to.”

“Sex too?”

“Yes. That too, as much as you want. Not waiting months to put my hands on you, to taste your lips and feel you shuddering around my cock.” His words rocked her with the heaven he was presenting. “I’ve missed everything. You bitchy in the mornings and complaining there’s no coffee. How you laugh at the TV and steal all the covers. The long rides we take with you grabbing my waist. And the secrets you have to share.”

The clomping of her heart deafened out his words and when she took his head and lifted him from her neck so she could see his face … yeah, breathless.

“That’s very domestic, Thaddeus.”

He showed his sexy grin, the one that could persuade her to walk into a bank and rob it with a banana.

“I want it.”

“I won’t steal the covers, by the way.”

“No?”

“Your bed is huge, there’s enough for us both,” she smiled, almost shyly and he pumped out a growl and nuzzled his face scruff over her cheeks. “Wanna sleep all tangled in you. Want you to hold onto me all night.”

Oh, god.

“Say we’ve got a chance.”

Two different MC’s.

It wouldn’t be easy.

It hadn’t been easy so far. And nothing had changed. Her dad still hated him and had some bee in his bonnet about tying her to one of his bikers.

But all she’d ever wanted was Tad.

“Can you promise me fidelity? No club muffs on offer.”

“Wash that fucking insult right out of your mouth, Roux.”

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